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What turbulence there was was remote, seemingly far removed from us, a matter only of clouds silently whipped in distant, unfelt winds, like rivers, invisible in the sky, breaking their banks, hurling and flooding in the night, carrying the intangible debris of darkness before them, soon to extinguish the fires of the stars, the swift lamps of the three Gorean moons. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #433)

Clouds, like tarns from the north, swept in some stratospheric wind, were moving southward. Their flight was black and silent, concealing stars, darkening the sky. On the beach it was quiet, a calm night, in early summer. What turbulence there was was remote, seemingly far removed from us, a matter only of clouds silently whipped in distant, unfelt winds, like rivers, invisible in the sky, breaking their banks, hurling and flooding in the night, carrying the intangible debris of darkness before them, soon to extinguish the fires of the stars, the swift lamps of the three Gorean moons. What turbulence there was was remote. The night was calm, a still evening in early summer, rather warm. Somewhere, abroad on Thassa, concealed by the bending of a world, moved the Rhoda and Tesephone. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 18)